Don’t take it any higher

Don’t take it any higher, 
please don’t play with fire,
there is always a rainbow,
wait, to raise a happier brow.


Truth be told

Life is both a sculpture and painting at the same time. People sometimes relive their choices, again and again. When guided by principles, the path rather than the end, is what matters.

There are a lot many external factors that guide us through this life. Yet, one must realize that life isn’t a game and decisions can’t be made on the flip of a coin.

Choices can be made in the blink of a second, some choices are made for us while a few others are carefully chosen by us. We go through different phases at different points of time, it is which choices we’ve stood true to, withstanding the tests of time, is what that matters.

A chronic smoker that I was, have been pushed into quitting it. I don’t judge others still in the habit. Split second decisions are true. For let it not be forgotten that the heart beats at the rate of 72 beats per minute. Transactions are made in the time taken for a heart beat. So the ‘dhak dhak’ or ‘dil dhadakne dho’ should be consistent in the long run for life to have any meaning.

P.S I haven’t quit smoking and for now am not even trying. Dil dhadakne Dena zaroori hai kya? Is it necessary to let the heart flutter, doesn’t it beat to its own tune anyway?

Isolated Girl

Before I even began to blog,
my inbox had a clog
of fan following,
not to see, but to be seen;

it isn’t lessening, to be so keen,
a pursuit whose vein, I too share;
yet a name stood out clean,
isolated girl, who are you?

I gave your words a simple try,
a puzzle too much for me to weigh,
life is pain, you say and cry,
it didn’t give me, even a sigh;

you shall be alone, for too long,
a worthy soul may come, or not;
for mates are found, each passing day,
can true soul mates, ever be found?

a worthy quest, only for those true,
may be a few, souls like you;
yet isolated girl, give life a try,
each moment, so precious to cry.

If I had a Choice

If I had a choice
I would rather die,
If I were a die
I would cast an arrow,
If I were an arrow,
rather be the shirt’s mark,
If I were a mark,
let me duped by con’s labor,
If I were labor,
let me be its fruit,
If I were a fruit,
let me be an apple,
If I were an apple
let me be app launch pad,
If I were a launch pad
let me launch kids high,
If I were high,
let me never sober again,
If I had to go again
I wish I never had such a choice.


Weak was I, before I came,
you gave me strength
that I’ll use to learn,
not to tread, this road afar;

to learn new things
please give me leave,
for road less traveled
or more often tread

do not beseech me;
incomplete am I
incomplete my travels,
what roads, do they matter;

how long, who knows,
yet I shall come back,
showing newly learned,
to gain strength anew

for another sojourn
into another sabbatical;
adieus amigos, those
that can’t wait, that far,

if there are still more,
bye for now,
how long, before we meet,
I truly don’t know.